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"Youd have to expose yourself too much to actually hit me, Vin," the impostor said, "and Im obviously good enough to stay out of your reach. Cant we stop this and get on to more important matters? Arent you even a bit curious as to what Ive been doing these last four years?"
Vin backed into a crouch, like a cat preparing to pounce, and smiled.
"What?" the impostor asked.
At that moment, her stalling paid off. Behind them, the overturned lantern finally flickered out, plunging the cavern into darkness. But Vin, with her ability to pierce copperclouds, could still sense her enemy. Shed dropped her coin pouch back when shed first sensed someone in the room—she bore no metal to give him warning of her approach.
She launched herself forward, intending to grab her enemy around the neck and pull him into a pin. The Allomantic pulses didnt let her see him, but they did tell her exactly where he was. That would be enough of an edge.
She was wrong. He dodged her just as easily as he had before.
Vin fell still. Tin, she thought. He can hear me coming.
So, she kicked over a storage shelf, then attacked again as the crash of the falling shelf echoed loudly in the chamber, spilling cans across the floor.
The impostor evaded her again. Vin froze. Something was very wrong. Somehow, he always sen1sed her. The cavern fell silent. Neither sound nor light bounced off its walls. Vin crouched, the fingers of one hand resting lightly on the cool stone before her. She could feel the thumping, his Allomantic power washing across her in waves. She focused on it, trying to differentiate the metals that had produced it. Yet, the pulses felt opaque. Muddled.
Theres something familiar about them, she realized. When I first sensed this impostor, I thought . . . I thought he was the mist spirit.
There was a reason the pulses felt familiar. Without the light to distract her, making her connect the figure with Reen, she could see what shed been missing.
Her heart began to beat quickly, and for the first time this evening—imprisonment included—she began to feel afraid. The pulses felt just like the ones shed felt a year ago. The pulses that had led her to the Well of Ascension.
"Why have you come here?" she whispered to the blackness.
Laughter. It rang in the empty cavern, loud, free. The thumpings approached, though no footsteps marked the things movement. The pulses suddenly grew enormous and overpowering. They washed across Vin, unbounded by the caverns echoes, an unreal sound that passed through things both living and dead. She stepped backward in the darkness, and nearly tripped over the shelves shed knocked down.
I should have known you wouldnt be fooled, a kindly voice said in her head. The things voice. Shed heard it only once before, a year ago, when shed released it from its imprisonment in the Well of Ascension.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
You know what I want. Youve always known.
And she did. She had sensed it in the moment when she had touched the thing. Ruin, she called it. It had very simple desires. To see the world come to its end.
"I will stop you," she said. Yet, it was hard to not feel foolish speaking the words to a force she did not understand, a thing that existed beyond men and beyond worlds.
It laughed again, though this time the sound was only inside her head. She could still feel Ruin pulsing—though not from any one specific place. It surrounded her. She forced herself to stand up straight.
Ah, Vin, Ruin said, its voice almost fatherly in tone. You act as if I were your enemy.
"You are my enemy. You seek to end the things I love. "
And is an ending always bad? it asked. Must not all things, even worlds, someday end?
"There is no need to hasten that end," Vin said. "No reason to force it. "
All things are subject to their own nature, Vin, Ruin said, seeming to flow around her. She could feel its touch upon her—wet and delicate, like mist. You cannot blame me for being what I am. Without me, nothing would end. Nothing could end. And therefore, nothing could grow. I am life. Would you fight life itself?
Vin fell silent.
Do not mourn because the day of this worlds end has arrived, Ruin said. That end was ordained the very day of the worlds conception. There is a beauty in death—the beauty of finality, the beauty of completion.
For nothing is truly complete until the day it is finally destroyed.
"Enough," Vin snapped, feeling alone and smothered in the chill darkness. "Stop taunting me. Why have you come here?"
Come here? it asked. Why do you ask that?
"What is your purpose in appearing now?" Vin said. "Have you simply come to gloat over my imprisonment?"
I have not "just appeared," Vin, Ruin said. Why, I have never left. Ive always been with you. A part of you.
"Nonsense," Vin said. "You only just revealed yourself. "
I revealed myself to your eyes, yes, Ruin said. But, I see that you do not understand. Ive always been with you, even when you could not see me.
It paused, and there was silence, both outside and inside of her head.
When youre alone, no one can betray you, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. Reens voice. The voice she heard sometimes, almost real, like a conscience. Shed taken it for granted that the voice was just part of her psyche—a leftover from Reens teachings. An instinct.
Anyone will betray you, Vin, the voice said, repeating a bit of advice it commonly gave. As it spoke, it slowly slid from Reens voice into that of Ruin. Anyone.
Ive always been with you. Youve heard me in your mind since your first years of life.
Ruins escape deserves some explanation. This is a thing that even I had a problem understanding.
Ruin could not have used the power at the Well of Ascension. It was of Preservation, Ruins fundamental opposite. Indeed, a direct confrontation of these two forces would have caused the destruction of both.
Ruins prison, however, was fabricated of that power. Therefore, it was attuned to the power of Preservation—the very power of the Well. When that power was released and dispersed, rather than utilized, it acted as a key. The subsequent "unlocking" is what finally freed Ruin.
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"ALL RIGHT," BREEZE SAID, "so does somebody want to speculate on how our teams spy ended up becoming a pseudo-religious vigilante freedom fighter?"
Sazed shook his head. They sat in their cavern lair beneath the Canton of Inquisition. Breeze, declaring that he was tired of travel rations, had ordered several of the soldiers to break open some of the caverns supplies to prepare a more suitable meal. Sazed might have complained, but the truth was that the cavern was so well stocked that even a determinedly eating Breeze wouldnt be able to make a dent in it.
They had waited all day for Spook to return to the lair. Tensions in the city were high, and most of their contacts had gone to ground, weathering the Citizens paranoia regarding a rebellion. Soldiers walked the streets, and a sizable contingent had set up camp just outside the Ministry building. Sazed was worried that the Citizen had associated Breeze and Sazed with Spooks appearance at the executions. It appeared that their days of moving about freely in the city were at an end.
"Why hasnt he come back?" Allrianne asked. She and Breeze sat at a fine table, pilfered from an empty noblemans mansion. They had, of course, changed back to their fine clothing—a suit on Breeze, a peach dress on Allrianne. They always changed as soon as possible, as if eager to re1affirm to themselves who they really were.
Sazed did not dine with them; he didnt have much of an appetite. Captain Goradel leaned against a bookcase a short distance away, determined to keep a close eye on his charges. Though the good-natured man wore his usual smile, Sazed could tell from the orders hed given to his soldiers that he was worried about the possibility of an assault. He made very certain that Breeze, Allrianne, and Sazed stayed within the protective confines of the cavern. Better to be trapped than dead.
"Im
sure the boy is fine, my dear," Breeze said, finally answering Allriannes question. "Its likely he hasnt come back because he fears implicating us in what he did today. "
"Either that," Sazed said, "or he cant get past the soldiers watching outside. "
"He snuck into a burning building while we were watching, my dear man," Breeze said, "I doubt hed have trouble with a bunch of toughs, especially now that its dark out. "
Allrianne shook her head. "It would have been better if hed managed to sneak out of that building as well, rather than jumping off the roof in front of everyone. "
"Perhaps," Breeze said. "But, part of being a vigilante rebel is letting your enemies know what you are about. The psychological effect produced by leaping from a burning building carrying a child is quite sound. And, to do that right in front of the tyrant who tried to execute said child? I wasnt aware that dear little Spook had such a flair for drama!"
"Hes not so little anymore, I think," Sazed said quietly. "We have a habit of ignoring Spook too much. "
"Habits come from reinforcement, my dear man," Breeze said, wagging a fork at Sazed. "We paid little attention to the lad because he rarely had an important role to play. It isnt his fault—he was simply young. "
"Vin was young as well," Sazed noted.
"Vin, you must admit, is something of a special case. "
Sazed couldnt argue with that.
"Either way," Breeze said, "when we look at the facts, what happened isnt really all that surprising. Spook has had months to become known to Urteaus underground population, and he is of the Survivors own crew. It is logical that they would begin to look to him to save them, much as Kelsier saved Luthadel. "
"Were forgetting one thing, Lord Breeze," Sazed said. "He jumped from a rooftop ledge two stories up and landed on a cobbled street. Men do not survive falls like that without broken bones. "
Breeze paused. "Staged, you think? Perhaps he worked out some kind of landing platform to soften the fall?"
Sazed shook his head. "I believe it a stretch to assume that Spook could plan, and execute, a staged rescue like that. He would have needed the aid of the underground, which would have ruined the effect. If they knew that his survival was a trick, then we wouldnt have heard the rumors we did about him. "
"What, then?" Breeze asked, shooting a glance at Allrianne. "Youre not truly suggesting that Spook has been Mistborn all this time, are you?"
"I do not know," Sazed said softly.
Breeze shook his head, chuckling. "I doubt he could have hidden that from us, my dear man. Why, he would have had to go through that entire mess of overthrowing the Lord Ruler, then the fall of Luthadel, without ev1er revealing that he was anything more than a Tineye! I refuse to accept that. "
Or, Sazed thought, you refuse to accept that you wouldnt have detected the truth. Still, Breeze had a point. Sazed had known Spook as a youth. The boy had been awkward and shy, but he hadnt been deceitful. It was truly a stretch to imagine him to have been a Mistborn from the beginning.
Yet, Sazed had seen that fall. He had seen the grace of the jump, the distinctive poise and natural dexterity of one burning pewter. Sazed found himself wishing for his copperminds so that he could search for references about people spontaneously manifesting Allomantic powers. Could a man be a Misting early in life, then transform to a full Mistborn later?
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